When He Cannot Provide (Esmeraldine x Deante)

[Deante]

A little chuckle escaped him. Here he’d asked he a question but forgotten to loosen the muzzle. Not fair to her, but she certainly didn’t let it stop her! “Glad to see your enthusiasm.” He walked arounf the table, lingering at her head. . “First, I’m going to make use of your holes again, pump another load in you. Then the driver gets his turn. After that... well, we’ll see what you’re up for.”

He watched her expression, seeing how she took that news. Of being used by both men. The hint there might still be more after that. Finally he loosened the straps around the muzzle enough for her to talk.

Really he was stalling, giving that toy time to quake away inside her. Finally he crossed behind again, and the egg died inside her. Nudging the thong aside, he slid it out, actually dropping it. “Damn you are wet. I think it’s down to your knees,” he teased. The toy was put away, the rattle of a plastic bag. That unmistakable jingle and zip of pants opening.

Smack! Slap! He spanked her again. Sharp, swift cracks across her ass. On the third one, the stranger yanked the thong down violently and moved to shove his cock in her as quickly as he could while not missing the mark. The dick didn’t go all the way in at that first thrust but he just kept pushing, hips tilting and swiveling, till he blew past any resistance and sunk in balls deep. And kept pushing, like there were inches to give, grinding against her.

 

[Esmeraldine]

Even with the muzzle still tight around her maw, his 'threats' of what was going to happen to her couldn't be any more erotic. She was going to be used hard... by two different men? One after another? The slurping of her pussy around the toy was very audible to all involved, but the deep, sexual gasp she gave as he explained the plan was anything but subtle. In fact, Jennifer almost wished the other guy wouldn't wait and jump on her too. She did have three holes after all... perhaps a third man hid somewhere in the shadows?

Just thinking about it was making her pant, the news seemingly phasing her the way he would've wanted, more and more desperate for relief and satisfaction, even if it was while under such 'duress'. She almost seemed saddened as the toy tied down, but the damage was already done: her entrance was sloppy and drooling wet, so just a small tug and the toy slipped right out with a satisfying 'squelch'. "A-ahn… hann…" she groaned out lowly, her voice hot and erotic.

The squirrel woman's ears twitched as she heard the man preparing himself and she bit down on her lip, her buckteeth sinking in front of her lips tightly. Then, the whips. "HHAANN!!! HAANN!!!" she cried out, her body twisting and shuddering under each one. Her tight, thick ass grew tender under his assault, and as she didn't see it coming, she suddenly felt the garment tugged down, only to start being impaled by his dick.

"OOOOOHHNNNNAHNN!!!" she cried out, almost sounding joyous in a lewd way as this stranger's cock continued pushing its way into her soaking, willing caverns. "MMGghnn yyeessnn…" she uttered, realizing she was getting into it far too much, and tried to silence herself as best she could. Though not enough obviously. And if it wasn't enough, the more he ground into her, the more she ground back, her hips gyrating and twisting on their own to the opposite rhythm of his.

 

[Deante]

"Yell a little louder, I don't think the next street heard you," snapped the stranger. "Maybe I should switch you to a ball gag." He liked hearing a woman's pleasure, but not at a shout. There were other reasons he wanted her to not be so loud, too.

But any irritation was drown in her cunt. Especially the way that Jennifer met his grinding press. He suspected that she wouldn't be still and simply take her dicking, but actively fuck him back, which he loved to see. And how would she react to the next bit?

That nice cock, with its interesting tendrils that glided and tickled over her sopping cunt, slid out of her. Now utterly soaked, the wet tip of his prick notched against her asshole and began to push. Slow. The head disappeared into her, then he eased it back till it almost escaped. Another inch, and that came back. That gradual progression, much different than how he'd driven into her, took time but the end result was all the same: a fat cock buried fully in Jennifer's ass. When he finally nuzzled his nuts up against her pussy, the stranger sighed like he'd sank into a jacuzzi.

Palms on her ass, he kneaded the spots he'd just abused, working them in circles as his he started to rock. Just like his entry, it the thrusting was careful, letting her get used to him, but little nudges or pushes as he moved telegraphed he was holding back, so eager to plow her. Not only had he clearly taken an ass or two, but cared enough about Jennifer's well-being not to hurt her in his lust. When finally it seemed that she could take it, that he wasn't going to use the kid gloves any more, the big man leaned over her, his weight heavy on her hips and lower back, and seized her by the hair. Forcing her head back, he growled into her ear, "Admit how badly you want me to fuck you." He bit that ear. "Beg for it."

 

[Esmeraldine]

Well what did he expect? The guy had literally just forced his way into her, admittedly not as hard as she might have thought as horny as hell man would, and already had started to give her sexual pleasure that she didn't think she could have ever again. It felt so good... too good, and it sent waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. How was she not supposed to show her approval? Not that she particularly could control it, given how used to sweet vanilla her body had become. Though his threat wasn't taken lightly either, and her cunt almost immediately squirmed around him, her muscles clenching up as if he had hit a sexual nerve or something.

Frankly, the squirrel had never done anything akin to bondage of any kind, but the deeper into it that he wanted to go, the more sexually aroused she felt within herself. A ballgag? What would that feel like? "You... wouldn't..." she uttered lowly, now that she had gotten used to the more generous grinding. Moans still escaped her maw, but without the power of his thrust or general aggressiveness, she couldn't overly enjoy it at that moment.

Obviously, she felt the touch of his feline tendrils inside of her, the texture certainly different from what she was used to. And when he pulled out, she braced herself for another hard thrust, only to feel him start to poke at her anus. "W-wa… b-back there!?" she squealed nervously, though the woman didn't try to resist. She wasn't sure what it would be like... and if he took her hard like before, would it hurt?

Her concerns seemed to be for nothing though, as she felt his gentle tugging and pushing back there, her tail hole slowly welcoming him into her tight, unused rectal crevice. Without lube of its own, the sloppy mess from her pussy provided a good portion of his ability to enter, a passageway that was certainly a lot tougher and textured than her vaginal tract had been. It squeezed him tightly, to the point that pushing in further and further was a bit of an ordeal. Had he not lubed up before hand, his cock would've gotten stuck already. Though eventually, she could feel him fully inside her asshole, as his sack sunk against her drooling slit.

"A-ahanng… hhannn…" She had a bit more control over her voice now, as if his words had affected her, but it just felt so... odd. It didn't hurt, but pleasure was hardly what she could call it. "A-HHann… Hannnnn…" Discomfort, as if having a rod shoved up her ass was anything else but that. "HHAAN!! HHAANN!!!" It was almost like a delayed reaction, as if going in was the easy part for her, but staying in was far from it. He felt her struggle within his grasp, her hips suddenly shifting and swaying, her muscles innately grinding against his wet dick to try to eject him. But she wasn't telling him to pull out, no, this seemed to be a bodily reaction.

It would take some time for her to get used to it, but the slight motions would certainly play a part. Still, her constant moving about and nervous squeals were likely pretty annoying. So when he decided that he wanted to move forward, she felt him fully commit to it, and her body was subsequently pinned in place by his weight. The discomfort lessened, but pleasure was not something she gained from this just yet. Maybe once he actually started that would change. "PLEASE!! PLEASE JUST DOO IITT AHHNN!!!" she cried out, letting it all out in a prolonged, begging scream as he wanted to hear her, though perhaps no so loudly.

 

[Deante]

The stranger may have misjudged. First by her reaction to his threat, and then to the anal.

Back on the SUV, when he started taunting her asshole, the squirrel had doubled her cocksucking habits. That had given him the impression she liked it, was used to it. But as he sank into her backyard, Jennifer was clearly new to this, and from the way she writhed, he wasn’t quite sure if she was enjoying it, either. Then she had to go and yell out her request.

As nice as it was for her to blare her desperation, that was too much. Reaching around her face, the stranger grabbed the muzzle strap and cinched it. Then he started fucking her ass.

Palms planted on her hips just above her tail, the big feline moved to pumping. The speed quickened, the strokes turned full and long. It lacked any real collision at the end, him pulling short of that, but otherwise was a definite, determined jog of the dicking world. Still it seemed like he was holding back, or perhaps just trying to build up a head of steam, and further loosen her up.

Bam! One of his strokes kicked up a notch there at the end and he crashed into her butt, nuts bouncing off her slit. Rebounding off of her, it fell back into the smooth pumping, but after a few steadying strokes, bang! Another rough slap of his pelvis up against her. That's when the bottom felel out of it, of him tumbling into a more aggressive plowing, clapping his hips off her with each shove. Each push wasn't as long as the first, and it wasn't as fast, Leaning forward, fingers wrapped around her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her back to arch.

 

[Esmeraldine]

While the concept of taking it up the ass certainly had appealed to her, in practice it wasn't turning out how she expected. Then again, the feelings were completely different, and there was no way this discomfort could ever be as pleasureable as... "H-hey..." her words came out low and somewhat muffled by her buckteeth as he really tightened the muzzle back up. While it wouldn't shut her up, it certainly lowered her voice to mostly manageable levels, at least when she wasn't trying to shout.

"OOhh… OOohhhhh...." The discomfort remained but... she didn't dislike it. No, it was something else... it was exciting, and her moans changed to reflect her new thoughts on it. It wasn't pussy fucking, that much was for sure, but this new anal? The harder he thrust into her, the deeper he got, the more she seemed to get used to it, to the point that her rectum released a bit of its pressure around him to allow for more focus on what he was doing.

The sudden hard shove into her though caught her completely by surprise. "A-AHN!" came out a cut off gasp that reflected this. As his balls slapped against her pussy, he even felt a bit of a squirt against his sack, as if that hard sudden thrust had the possibility of giving her a mini orgasm. And when it happened again, he felt yet another minor squirt all over his balls. "AHnn!!"

As he got harder on her and started to tug on her hair, her body had to curve back at quite an angle, to which the audience in front of her would get to watch her plump, perky tits bouncing about to the rhythm of his fucks. If that wasn't enough, she started to push back against him on her own accord, as if wanting to take it the same way he did those two times before but... all the time.

 

[Deante]

He liked that backwards shove. It was proof, despite her noise, that she wanted it. As well it was a contribution, rather than her just taking it. That's why he didn't simply grab her hips and pound into her. Instead, jerking her hair one good time, the stranger let go an dplanted both hands on the table on either side of her ribs. Feet spreading, his thrusts melted into a serious, determined rhythm. Pulling out only a few inches, he jammed back into her, and even before the collision was through jiggling her, he was out and about to piston again. It was a rapid drumbeat, a hungry rate to get him to climax.

Because as much as he'd teased her all evening, he was ready to cum. Finally he had her right where he'd wanted, a thorough ass pounding, and it was time to end it. Even in that sprinting pace, Jennifer could tell when he was starting to get close, from the breathing, from the harder shove at the end of those thrusts, like his back was hitching up into her. An urgency.

Finally the stranger's weight ame down on her. With her wrists tied behind her neck, he couldn't bite her nape or her shoulder, really, so those teeth caught her in the upper arm and pinched down. Just in time, as a muffled growl rippled through his arm. Two, maybe three wild thrusts, and the heat burst inside of her. The stranger's motions became wild, flailing things, just movement in any direction as he pumped spurt after spurt into her ass. It seemed to go on forever, but finally, finally, the big cat eased down, relaxing enough to stop, to sag on top of her, to pant in her ear.

 

[Esmeraldine]

Even with her mostly taken out of commission, Jennifer could still participate, as he found out. As if to add to that, her thick, bushy tail just happened to brush about his face, unhindered, and as he got into a definite stable position of power, the constant deep pistoning was already shooting waves of pleasure through her body. "Afhnng!! MMhnannnn!!" her mumbled moans came out, blasting against her teeth before pittering out she sides of her nearly clenched maw. Even just a single good tug on her hair jerked her head back, and the recoil of it from her bound pose shot straight down her spine, to slammed her hips back again, her plush ass smothering his pelvis even as he had pulled out those few inches, only for his immediate thrust to put her back in her place.

More and more, she could feel this guy getting there, and the prospective of getting filled up by a stranger excited her terribly so. "Ffannnnn!!! Aamfhnn!!" By the time he pinned her down fully, just about any motions she could do were no longer available to her. But Jennifer seemed dissatisfied with just taking it, not that her body would allow it, so even when she couldn't move at all, he could feel her performing some minor twerking motions beneath him.

"FFFnng… HAANnnffnn!!!" she cried out, even the muzzle not fully able to silence her scream of joy through the slight pain of his bite as he lost control and she felt his hot spunk slather and spray up her rectal canal. With his balls slapped right up against her drooling pussy with each wild stroke, the squirrel woman retaliated with a sharp series of juicy squirts against it, ruining that area with her pussy lube, and her entire body rumbling underneath under the weight of her own climax.

Though he soon finished, hers lasted nearly a minute longer, certainly longer than any she could remember with her husband.

 

[Deante]

When he finally rose up, the stranger pulled out. Had he been ramming her pussy, he'd have wiped off on her, but doing it with anal seemed a bit ruder.

She heard him walk away, a door open. She waited not long, but how long was hard to tell, before the sound of two sets of footsteps caught her ears. The driver.

When the touch came, it was hesitant. Almost like it might break her. The hand was on her ass first, and Jennifer could feel the confidence roll in at increments like a tide washing away uncertainty. This clearly wasn't the driver's forte. While still not fully asserting, those hands squeezed her butt, smoothed over her hips. They left, but not for long; the tell tale zipper heralding what was coming.

The cock came then. It was smaller than the stranger's, a moderate length like what she was used to. While there had been hesitation before, now skill, familiarity, let the driver find her opening and slide in without tiptoeing around. He sank into that saturated passage, her so ready for him, and grinded on in, pushing till his balls were nestled in deep.

As the driver started thrusting, the stranger's hand dropped to the back of the squirrel's head. He fussed with the blind fold, tugged the strings, and light poured into her's now freed eyes. It was too much so suddenly that she was blinded by it. When her eyes adjusted, she found herself looking back; a mirror in front of her. It gave a perfect view of the garage, of her husband holding her hips, and the stranger standing in the doorway to their house, his back to them.

"You won't see me again," he said, stuffing the blindfold in the bag with the egg. "Keep the gag."

By the time the front door slammed, her husband was picking up speed, and when the SUV drove off, he was putting his back into it.